"Even without a battle in sight, it would be impressive!" Trusting Potato completely (outside of when she's attempting to be a lap-griffon), Inessa smiles and holds on as best she can manage. She tilts her head up to the wind, knowing that she'll be fussing over the mess it made of her hair later on but for the time being she can ignore her dedication to neatness and order. This is a moment to savor, and she knows it.